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Moses, who was still in the dark as to the exact character of the entertainment planned, was all eagerness to get preliminaries over.,Billy hurried away, and arrived at his home before the hack, bread and cream safe in spite of threatened dangers.,CHAPTER XIX.—BETTY’S ILLNESS.,Billy threw both arms around her and hugged her.,If I only had an Idean vine; what is it, Billy?”,“Them’s thum,” was the sophisticated answer.,The “Lady of the Lake” was that moment deserted.,“Take her in,” Billy gasped. “They stole her; they’re after—save her—hurry—” He could say no more, but suddenly collapsed and sank to the ground; and the last sight he remembered was the dark Italian at the house corner, talking fast, with one hand in a sling, the other waving a knife threateningly.,The boy was very still for a little, but burst out presently: “I’m going to work, mother; as soon as school closes I’ll start.”,Billy had been reeling off stanzas of his favorite “Lady of the Lake,”—“by the yard,” Mrs. Bennett said, acting it as he recited, somewhat retarding the work and endangering the dishes. Now he dropped his towel, caught up his mother and raced with her around the room. He was so strong that she was almost helpless in his grasp.,“I can’t. Nailed.”,As Isobel seated herself on the piano-stool in compliance with her father’s wishes, her white-flounced dress billowed up around her, reminding Moses, even in his chaotic state of mind, of the delicious creamy meringue on a lemon pie..